Naughty Wrath Yuletide
Snow falls hard on the midnight street
Fuck the lights, let's make our own heat
Your body's calling, skin on skin
Under the tree where the sin begins (oh yeah)
Tinsel tearing,
bodies grinding slow
Cuss the carols,
let
the tension grow
Fuck me under the mistletoe
Rip the wrapping, let it show
Christmas ain't holy when we're this low
Scream my name in the firelight glow (harder)
Candy cane kisses taste like sin
Clothes on the floor,
where do we begin
Your tongue like fire on this holy night
Cursing the saints while we fuck in the light
Break the silence
with a moan so deep
Twisted traditions
in our sheets
Fuck me under the mistletoe
Rip the wrapping, let it show
Christmas ain't holy when we're this low
Scream my name in the firelight glow (yeah)
Fade into the dark with a final curse